Saturday, August 29, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Dylan: "Don't take that picture! It's 40 degrees outside, and I am using a blanket. People will think I am deranged." Rosemary: "Rightly so, Daddy, but we all love you anyway. Even in your blanket."
"In other news, I love bouncing!"
"I may look cross-eyed and squishy here, but in four months, I'm going to be cute." And that you are, Rosemary. Everywhere I go, the world is smiling at me. People are stopping me to chat. I see people look at me with blank faces only to start laughing a second later. Rosemary is so ridiculously happy, we need a new word for it. It's infectious. Everyone is happier with Rosemary in the world.